DO NOT GO TO ANTARCTICA.

the words of the video tape you found in your attic rung in your ears over and over again, as you sat on the small boat you owned.

you knew this was dangerous, you knew this could be dangerous.. but curiosity killed the cat, right? you found yourself wondering, questioning what happened to the research team, what does algae were... and what happened to that pink haired girl.

so you took the boat your grandfather left you, and set off on the trip to antarctica. packed with food and water, warm clothes and a few other resources, you arrived safely, surviving on luck and determination..

you made your way through the snowy landscape, looking for any clues or info.. but the tape seemed old, the date was drawn over with a black marker you couldn't get off.. there was a big chance you wouldn't find anything, and would leave with empty hands.

or wouldn't leave at all.

hours after you arrived, a snow storm started.. it was bad, you barely could see, and it was so cold.. the air felt so heavy..

you couldn't find shelter, maybe luck wasn't on your side. your vision was fading, it was getting harder and harder to move...

"come, take my hand!"

a soft voice rung through the snowy landscape, but you could only see the hand in front of you, waiting for yours to rest in it.